Missing Ollie

I used to have the best dog in the world. His name was Ollie and he was a black/brown/white spotted Rat Terrier mix. I got him for Christmas when I was 20. I had told my Grandfather that I wanted a dog now that I had an apartment and so we drove through some neighborhoods in Del Rio until he spotted a small herd of Chihuahua-esque dogs. You use to see this a lot in Del Rio, someone would always have a mess of dogs (almost always Chihuahuas) they'd keep around, always looking healthy, always cute.

So we got out of the car and he knocked on the door,the man comes out and my Grandfather asks if he had any pups or dogs for sale. The man took a look around and said that he had been thinking that maybe he had five too many dogs and would sell 1 or 5 of them to my Grandad. He loved them all but felt he could part with the pups and would only sell them to a good home. They were all Rat terrier mixes from the same litter and were now 4 months old. I looked at them and they were all so cute but of course one stood out, the one that came up to me and sat in my lap.

After answering a series a questions and told to bring him right back if it didn't work out, my Grandfather paid the man $50 and I named my dog Ollie. He was already housebroken and fat and healthy and so cute with his huge pointed ears. He looked like he could use them to fly. We took him to the vet that afternoon and he was given a clean bill of health. My Grandfather was afraid he might have worms.

Ollie came back with me to Austin and we had a great life together for only a few years. He was always on a leash, always indoors but by a freak accident caused by my stupid and careless roommate at the time, he was killed. I found him not breathing,gums blue, on the street, picked him up and prayed through loud tears and got in the car to get to the vet though I was sure he was dead. He came back for a moment, eyes alert, gums red and I became hopeful, stopped the car and told him I loved him and glad he was back then he died in my arms in an instant. It may have been seconds or five minutes, I don't know, I lost all track of time and space at that moment but he was so real and alive just before he died. I buried him under an oak in this park near the rental house. I was depressed for a year, an entire year. To this day I still miss Ollie. I dream of him often and feel that he is still around somehow. It's been 14 years since he's been gone.